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The beat from the heavy bass worked through Eren's entire body. He could feel it through the floor and walls, even in the small office in the rear of the club where he currently was working. Deep, repetitive. He wondered what song was playing but couldn't make out the words.
He leaned back in his chair, taking a break from his managerial duties and running his fingers through his shaggy hair, pulling his ponytail out and massaging his scalp with a sigh. This was his club, and he loved it more than anything. He had opened it up when he was just a couple years out of high school and everyone had told him he would never be able to make it work. But here he was, seven years later, doing better than ever. He had an amazing staff, all which had been with him from the beginning, and a great clientele, with regulars whose names and faces he knew by memory now.
He looked back at his computer screen with another sigh. A lot went in to running a gay sex club- it was more work than people would think. There were the basic chores: accounting, insurance, liability, making sure everything is up to city code and so on. Then of course there were the out of ordinary things: deep cleaning, carpet washing, laundry (god, so much laundry), weekly ordering of condoms, vibrators, lube, etc. It got exhausting.
He hummed as he swivelled in his chair, thinking of his employees. He had his reliable bartender, Hange, who kept the bar constantly stocked and running, and she had a couple staff of her own choosing- Olov and Thomas. His bouncer's name was Reiner, and he was built like a linebacker and thick as a wall, his mere presence was generally enough to end occasional squabbles that broke out.
His club, known simply as "Club Jaeger", ran like a regular dance club and bar. A membership could be purchased allowing access to the basic club scene. There was also the more "discreet" option to rent services from what was known as one of Eren's professional "Keyholders". Club Jaeger had four exclusive Keyholders- Jean, Armin, Mike and Berdholdt.
Each Keyholder had their own particular strength. Jean was a little rowdy and rough around the edges. He was known for rough, long sessions- and most men came out of his room covered in bites and hickies. He was also skilled in rope play and was exclusively a top. Blonde, cocky, with piercing emerald eyes and long, lean legs, Jean was Club Jaeger's hottest Keyholder. His favorite regular was named Marco, and he came by every Saturday at 11:00 pm. Eren himself didn't know much about the man, except he was spoke with a thick accent and had beautiful olive skin, which according to Jean, was covered in freckles "everyfuckingwhere".
Armin was Club Jaeger's second most requested Keyholder. He was beautiful and blonde, with baby blue eyes and a thin, lithe body. He had an affinity for cross dressing and looked perfect in a dress or pair of high heels if that's what his partner was looking for. Exclusively a bottom- Armin was especially loud and known for his sweet, perfect moans. Armin's regular came every Tuesday evening at 10:30 pm and every Friday at the same time. They were the best two days of Armin's week.
Mike was tough, tall and large; 6'5" of solid muscle for men up for a challenge. He specialized in BDSM and was always ready to humiliate someone or make them beg for forgiveness on their knees. Mike's customers were made to sign a liability waiver before they went into a session with him, and his clients either never returned to the club after their first night, or came back repeatedly, begging to be seen by him multiple times a week, completely intoxicated by him. Nile was the name of Mike's favorite regular. He generally came once or twice a week and Eren had noticed they had grown quite attracted to each other.
Berdholt was a switch, he could be either a top of a bottom. He was kind, quiet and submissive, and all legs. He didn't do much in the way of props or BDSM, but he was strong, for men who liked to be held up against the wall and fucked. His regular was Eren's own bouncer, Reiner. Reiner was an obvious top, and had been trying to woo the dark haired man for the past couple years, so far to no avail.
Eren smiled as he thought about the great people that he worked with, especially Armin and Jean, whom he had known all his life. He was so happy that he was able to have them working with him at Club Jaeger. It was a dream come true.
He yawned as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. Speaking of Armin- his regular was going to be strolling in the door any second now.
The brunette stretched as he got up from his chair and exited the office, straightening out his skin tight leather pants and tucking them into the top of his combat boots. He left his black blazer hanging open over his bare, sunkissed chest, displaying the tattoo of two crossed wings on his chest, along with his cut six pack and defined v-lines. He pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail, some strands falling down around his face as he walked down the small hallway towards the door that led out to the club, the music getting louder as he neared it. With one last deep breath he readied himself, then pushed through the door into the club, his senses overwhelmed by the pounding music, bright lights and the mixed scent of sweat, leather and calogne.
"One!" A voice called out to him, and Armin, dressed in a frightfully distracting pink dress with tights and bunny ears ran up to him, adressing him in his code name as was policy.
"Number Three." Eren responded with a grin. "Isn't your regular going to be here soon?"
Armin blushed excitedly. "Yes!"
"Great." The brunette grinned, wrapping his arm around the smaller blonde's shoulder and giving it a brief squeeze. "How's it going tonight?"
"Good, you know, typical Friday. It's busy!"
"That is good news. Do any of the other Keyholders have appointments right now?"
Armin furrowed his brow. "I think Jean- shit, I mean number Two is in with someone. It's that one politician- Greenhorn I think."
Eren laughed, "Armin, you know that people come here and don't want their identities spread all over the place."
"Who am I going to tell? It's not my fault that I know people, I work in real estate in the daytime, I know everyone!"
Eren giggled. The two spent a bit of time looking around the club. They spied Mike, number Four, out on the floor dressed in a leather jacket and tight pants, leaning up against the wall and talking to a tall man seductively. The dance floor was busy and bustling, and the bar was running smoothly, kept well by Hange, who was smiling and working at an immense speed to keep up.
Reiner was at his post, the bottom of the stairs which led into the club, and Berdholdt was next to him in short shorts, tall boots and a mesh shirt, showing waaaaay too much leg for Reiner, the blonde going crazy as he gripped at the taller man's waist, trying to pull him in for a kiss, but the tall man pulling his lips just out of his reach.
After a bit of watching, Erwin whistled. "Hey- Five and Six. Back to work!"
Berdholdt looked over his shoulder at the call and bustled off, and Reiner swaggered over to where Eren was standing by Armin. "You ruined my pick up. I was just about to ask him out again."
"He would have said no." Armin replied flatly.
"I'll get him one of these days."
The door at the top of the stairs squeaked open, and the three directed their eyes to the club entrance. A familiar man descended the staircase. He was well dressed in black jeans, shiny shoes, and a light blue button down, the top three buttons unbuttoned. It was Armin's regular- Mr. Erwin Smith. The small blonde adjusted the bunny ears on his head and blushed from the top of his cheeks down to the bottom of his kitten toed heels when he saw the man, who smiled broadly. He briefly greeted Eren as he passed by, then headed toward the small blonde. Reaching him, he wrapped one arm around his waist and used his other hand to grip his chin, bringing him in for a deep kiss.
"Three." He murmerred Armin's club name.
Armin smiled into the kiss, as they licked and sucked on each other's mouths for an uncomfortably long amount of time. When they finally pulled away, they gazed into each other's eyes with big stupid smiles on their faces. Armin grabbed the man's large hand in his own, dragging him off to one of the private rooms in the back.
Reiner's brow furrowed as the two went away. "He just called Armin "Three."
"Well that is his club name." Eren responded, looking at his fingers then chewing on his index nail.
"Yeah, but, you don't think that he would want him to yell his real name when they're doing it? How long have they been meeting for? A few years at least."
Eren shrugged. "That'd be up to him, if he wanted that really. I can see Armin not telling him just to be a tease though."
Reiner smiled. "Right? So true."
Eren and Reiner watched Mike across the club for a bit talking to the man on the floor. "What do you suppose they're talking about?" Reiner asked, as Mike leaned in, putting his arm on either side of the man's shoulder, pinning him against the wall.
"He's saying," Eren crunched up his eyebrows, lowering his voice to a gravelly register to sound more like the tall blonde, "I know you want this. Give me your body."
Reiner snorted, "I want to BDSM you. Let me whip you and shit. You'll love it."
"Have you ever had a session with Mike?"
Reiner shook his head no vigorously. "Have you?"
Eren shrugged. "I taught him a lot of stuff, then had to make sure he was doing it right. So I guess I had a few sessions with him."
"Is he good?"
Eren's eyes widened. "He's fucking terrifying. It's thrilling, but at the same time, he could actually kill you."
"So it's a turn on if you're crazy." Reinier laughed.
"We're all a little crazy. But-" Eren's thought was derailed by the sound of the club door creaking open, and slow, hesitant steps descending the stairs.
Eren's eyes raked over the handsome, silver eyed man descending the stairs into his bar. He was dressed in a pressed suit and stuck out like a sore thumb when compared to the other guests on the dance floor wearing leather, mesh and club attire. The owner's mediterranean eyes narrowed and he elbowed the blonde next to him.
"Who's this asshole?" The blonde snickered, directing his eyes to the unfamiliar man.
Eren cocked his head to the side as he sized up the extremely out of place businessman, gazing around, wide-eyed at the wild scene going on around him and looking extremely uncomfortable. "Seriously. Someone's lost." Eren murmured, straightening out his tight leather pants.
"Do you want me to get rid of him?"
"Nah." the brunette responded, chewing on his bottom lip. "Take a walk. I'll take care of this one. He looks like fun."
Reiner nodded and slipped off onto the dance floor to no doubt harass Berdholdt again, while Eren moved his way over to the man in the suit. "Hey, you."
The silver eyed man's gaze jerked to meet him and the two looked each other over.
"The Marriott is two blocks down in that direction. Above ground." Eren said with a smirk, pointing to his left.
"I know. This is Club Jaeger, right?" The man asked.
"Yes. This is a gay sex club. You know that right?"
The man flinched at the sentence, then quietly responded, "Yes."
"So why are you here. If this is about the lawsuit with our Number Four, that guy signed a waiver."
"I-what? No. I'm here because...I think I'm gay."
Eren rolled his eyes. "So Mr. Bi-curious here came to the sex club to determine if he is indeed gay or not."
The man nodded with uncertainty.
"What's your name?"
"Lee."
"There's not really a test for gayness. So if you're not gay, you should leave."
"Wait. I don't know what to do. I just thought this would be a good place to find out..." The man said reluctantly.
Eren rolled his eyes, advancing towards the smaller man and sizing him up, "Fine whatever. This should be easy."
Eren made a tsk sound, indicating the smaller man to follow him as he walked through the bustling crowd toward the back rooms. "What's your name?" The smaller man called.
"Just call me One."